"Stand still!"

I ordered the dark skin woman her sister called Angrboða. Strange name, one not common. Then again, my father's and I name isn't common amongst these lands either.

"I am fine!" She shouted. I was able to drag her by the river. Now there, her sister's hold her down while one helps me with the arrow currently on her side. The sister that was helping me pours water on her sister wound, trying to numb that part of her body a bit. Which I found was strange, these girls are half naked! Well, almost completely naked, their silks were almost see through.

"Gods help me…" Angrboða moaned. All I did was roll my eyes at her before ramming a chunk of wood into her mouth.

"I suggest tightening your pain down." I tell her before pulling at the end of the arrow. Her hand reaches to my elbow and squeezes for dear life as I pull out this weapon. It was a bit hard to not use my god strength, but I was able to pull it out in one swoop, and without removing an organ.

"AAHHHHHH!" Angrboða screams at the top of her lungs. Making the birds that watched from above flee in fear of her voice. Her screams were loud enough to reach home, I hope father didn't hear. That would be a lecture I would like NOT to hear.

"Oh calm down you giant." Her sister said before she removes the upper part of her top, exposing…uh…big milky lumps of the female body. I mean, I believe they were bigger than my father's hand. Ugh, I am comparing lady parts to my father. I feel like puking!

"I feel sick." Angrboða moaned.

"Well, you seem to have lost a lot of blood." I told her as her sister wraps her wound in the silks. The white soon turns red, but also stops the blood from leaking to the ground.

"There! All better!" He topless sister said. She does a weird clapping action as she smiles. A cheer maybe? I am not sure, all I know is, I cannot stop looking at her exposed pillows. Why do I suddenly have the urge to touch them…no!

"Here!" I tell her as I remove my one of my fur coats. Only to be stopped mid-way by her soft warm hand that she placed in my hand.

"I am fine. The winter does not affect me." She said with a smile.

"Okay…" I muttered before standing up. Looking down at the five female's that dressed in white silks. Looking around for a bit, I gathered my courage to ask:

"What happened?" I asked.

"We were attacked." Angrboða growls at me.

"That I know, why were you attacked is what I was asking." I said.

"I can answer that." The one without a top said. "We are heading north to the holy temple. On our way, we were attacked by the Raven-Claw men."

"Raven-Claw?" I asked.

"Who are you?" Angrboða asked in a scoffing sort of way. I wonder why the hell she was acting that way…maybe because of blood loss.

"I saved your lives, I demand an answer before giving you my own." I said.

"Fine, Ámóða explains so that we can be on our way. It's the least we can reward him." Angrboða growled at her before laying back into the snow. The topless woman, who is Ámóða continues:

"We hail from the village that lives by the fire. Our temple uses to reside there, but recently, a new force has come into power. Forcing us from our home." Ámóða explained.

"Temple? Are you a priest?" I asked.

"No, we are…blessed virgin Maidens." Ámóða said, I was still confused.

"What?" I asked.

"A holy maiden!"

A voice shouted from behind me. I knew who that voice was too, which was not good. Because that voice is a head, which means the voice brought a shadow that made the girls eyes widen and me to have chills.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw my father glaring down at me. His piercing yellow eyes could send a man to his grave quicker than his birth. With little courage I had, I turned around and say:

"Hello father." I said with a smile on my face. This does not make his expression change, and that expression was normally tired and angry.

"The drawfs called me, tell me you didn't come." He says. "What is going on?"

"Long story short, I saved these girls." I said, this made Angrboða snap and shout:

"SAVED!? You just came out of the blue and start attacking! I was completely fine by myself!" She shouted, such a prideful woman she was. My father was not having it though. Shaking his head, he turns around to leave. Only to be stopped when Angrboða shouted:

"Wait!" She shouted, making my father stop in his tracks. "Are you…Kratos?"

The mere sound of my father's name was rare enough to make my heart skip a beat. I barely heard my father's name, and when I did, it was coming from the other side that was trying to kill us. How did she know his name?

"What do you know?" My father asked.

"I know you are a strong warrior. And if your Kratos, then you must be Atreus." She says before moving her body upwards. Her sister's trying to stop her, but she ignores their plee and stands on her own two feet.

"I have heard stories, some good and bad."

"They are just stories." My father growled before starting to walk again.

"Wait!?" She shouted. Making my father stop and look at her this time. Those piercing yellow eyes stared straight into hers. Shockingly, she didn't flinch when she says them. Instead, she says: "The men that are after us are after you too."

(Home)

"What a cozy home you have." Ámóða said as she and her sisters enter our home. After spending mother's ashes, my father and I rebuild our home with the dwarfs help. Mainly because we hate having snowfall on us as we slept. Somehow in some way, those two were able to make the place even bigger, practically building from the sides of the rocks that used to have a large gap between them. Now our home was big enough for five people and more weapons to hold. Something we rarely did though.

"Not bad." Angrboða said as she limps into the house, trailing blood on the floor. One of her sisters forces her to sit down on a nearby chair. I offered to carry her, but she refused. The girls take a seat around the fire pit in the middle of our home. Once seated down, I look over to Mimir to asked:

"What is a holy Maiden?"

"Ah! A Holy Maiden is one of pure white magic." He said.

"What?" I asked.

"Thousands of years ago, a rare flower grew upon these lands. This flower had no name, for man could not name it. But it was so beautiful and pure, that it drove men crazy to have it. That flower…was a Maiden."

"A Maiden?" I asked.

"Yes! A female born from a flower's warmth. History has written that this maiden's hair was bright as the son, skin as soft as a mother's womb and eyes that cried rain from the sky. She was a Holy maiden, she was pure and beautiful." Mimir explained. I couldn't help but look at the girls. They looked exactly how Mimir described the maiden.

"I am guessing your descendants." I asked.

"Yes, we all are." Ámóða said, I couldn't help but to look over to Angrboða. She didn't look like her sister, was she truly a Maiden?

"Back to the story. "Mimir started. "The Holy Maiden was amazing, men fought to have her, even married men, so you know some wives were upset. Fearing of bloodshed over her beauty, the young lass ran away into the mountains and created a temple for her and her alone. Once the fighting had colled down, she went back to the village for some company. Only for another battle for her body to start. So, instead of running away empty-handed, the young maiden kidnapped and took young girls from the village and took them to her temple."

"That's horrible." I said.

"Oh no, wait for it." Angrboða said.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that girls were a force to marry a man by the age of 9. The village was running out of young girls, so they married them off young. The Maiden didn't believe the girls should lose their virginities so young, so she kidnapped them and even took men's daughters. She took all the virgin girls all the way up to her temple. Blessing them with her magic, she turned them all into beautiful maidens like herself."

"So she cursed them with her magic?" I asked.

"No, she saved them from being raped." Angrboða growled before standing up. "As a man, you don't know anything about the hardship of women. Imagine being married off to a giant man that will stick his dick in you, something mind that doesn't fit."

"Disturbing image, but one not too far from the truth." Kratos said as he remembers his horrible childhood. "Continue."

"Okay, well, years past and the group of maidens grew. The problem, as the number grew, the magic with the Maiden started to shrink, until one day the Maiden just died. All the magic she had blessed all of her girls was gone! She has transferred her essence into the bodies of all her girl's, and was died in the end for it. And that is the story of the Holy Maiden's."

"Yay!" Three of the five sisters's cheered. I looked over to my father to see his facepalming himself. I then look back at Angrboða to ask:

"So, I am your ONE? What is that?" I asked.

"Oh, you two shall be wed!" One of the sisters…wait, what?

"No we're not!" Angrboða shouted before standing to her feet. She then looks over to her sisters and shouted:

"We are leaving to the temple right now!" She said before looking over at me. "Thank you for your help, we have it from here."

"But your bleeding!" I said.

"I am fine." She growled at me before turning around, only to fall to the ground and moan in pain. Her wound started to bleed and run down her side, creating more dots on the ground. I couldn't let her go, she was the only one that protected the group, and she was in no shape to fight.

"No, you are staying here till you heal!" I shouted before walking towards her. Grabbing her by her shoulder's, I hoist her up in the hair, then threw her over my shoulder's.

"LET ME GO!" She shouted as she tries to break free, only to stain my fur clothes of her blood. That arrow did go deep.

"Let her go son, if she wants to leave then let her leave." My father said.

"No, she is injured and her stupidity will get her sister's killed!" I growled. I don't know what happened, but she suddenly stopped trying to break free from me. A few seconds of silence past before I heard her sigh then say:

"Fine, we shall sleep here tonight. Then by dawn, we leave." She growled.

"Fine." I told her before walking over to my bed, I then threw her on top and threw cover's over her. Her body was freezing and she needed to rest.

"He's her ONE…" One of the sister's said. Making my father sighed in annoyance.

Kikkie: Atreus has a tough cookie on his hand. please review!